michino timothy

Timothy Brightblade, the eldest descendant of the Brightblade Family who managed to claim a city with their military power and defend it from all the advances of the neighboring city, is just starting his journey as a weapon master. he is known as the Kindest Crown Prince of the Brightblade Family for his merciful conduct and forgiving act. he also actively avoids unnecessary battles and is eager to have friends. the problem is, he is bad at talking. what will someone who is destined to be the strongest do when his peace-loving attitude is ruined by his own bad social skills?

Sashta live to kill and that is who she become. Her life is tainted with the blood and screams of her victims as they stare right into her eyes. She cannot be free nor her sins cannot be forgiven. She wiped the blood in her knife, pouring rain and blood washed through her body. The blood of the loyal guards that are protecting the entrance of the Moon Valley pack. No sign of guilt and sympathy to the lost lives for she has no soul left to mourn. "Weaklings, they could have sent Ravina instead. They're just wasting my time" She whispers to herself as she walks through the gate. It was too late when she realized that it was a trap. Sashta smile mischievously "Guess it's not a waste of time after all" In front of her was an army of big angry wolves. Just before she could attack and slice their heads off, she smells the most intoxicating scent that she never smelled before. It happens so fast, she was pinned to the ground by the biggest and most beautiful wolf she has ever seen. When their gaze met, her world shifted in all different ways. "Mine" is her cue to flee. She collects all her energy to use the Umbraportation, to reach the coven faster. It's a price to pay but it's the easiest way to escape. She stares into those beautiful eyes and hoping that she would never see him again. "Mate" Sashta whispers just before she disappears into the black smoke.

As if being both psychic and carrying the surname of Duke weren't enough, I now find myself forced to hunt down a murderer. On top of that, I have to deal with a manipulative, bloodthirsty roommate, an unstable witch, and a noisy elf along with her companions, all while being closely observed by a clever half-blood. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention—I'm also trying to maintain my sanity while being plagued by faceless ghosts in my everyday life. I knew coming to this school would be challenging, and I truly made the right choice.

He was one of the last pure blooded vampire left after thousands of years, Timothy the current king of the vampire kingdom of CYRE, living his thousands of years waiting for his lifemate to come. Or not. Timothy doesn’t care about the so-called of his and he’s more than happy to end his boring life, She came from the family of an ordinary vampire, she, feels content and happy despite simple and ordinary life. But in a blink of an eye all this, change after her parents died in an accident, …………… [sweet love story] [Mature content.] [smut] [No rape- no misunderstanding]

He was the youngest entrepreneur and has become part of the list of bachelors around the world. He hates love and romance, yes! He is the certified bitter gourd, but he hates everything related to love and romance, and yes. He can fuck women but he never entertains the feelings of those women towards him. Not until he met Gellyn Pacala, a graduating college student who only caught his interest. Will she be able to change his view of love and romance?

David Selby was born and grew up in Berkeley, California. He taught elementary school in California, Mexico, and New Mexico for thirty-six years. He and his wife live in Northwest New Mexico. He has written many short stories including the Joe the Man with Gills series. Mica is his first novel. Mica, an expert navigator, uses the currents of the Darkstream to pilot his ship across the galaxy to join his love, Olivine. On the way, he befriends Ronnie, a stowaway who can look like a coat or a first aid kit, the mysterious Vuud, and the translucent “Slight People”. They experience the savage planet of Carnage and the whirling destruction of the Moon of 10,000 Drones before they even reach Olivine in the brand-new city of Garner in the midst of an unknown world.

Max arrives in Japan believing he has finally escaped his old life. A new country, a cheap room, and the promise of anonymity feel like a reset—quiet, lonely, but safe. Days blur together as he drifts on the edges of society, unseen and unimportant. Then one day, Max wakes up in complete darkness. With no sense of time, place, or how he got there, his memories begin to fracture. Ordinary moments collide with unsettling gaps, and reality starts to feel unstable. The longer he waits, the harder it becomes to tell whether he is remembering, dreaming, or losing himself. MICE is a psychological thriller about isolation, identity, and the terrifying question of what remains when no one is watching.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.